LOGINWe've made it to another year. Once again I hope you'll stick with me. You were the best part of last year and I can't wait to have a marvellous 2026 with you all ❤️
AaronHer face is an unreadable mask as she scans through the contents of the documents. It's impossible to tell what she's thinking until she looks at me again, and I finally see the storm raging behind her eyes.Also known as the moment she realises just how fucking screwed she is.Before I came to her, I'd taken my time to check out the information within the drive myself. I had to be sure I knew the weapon I was carrying before I stepped into the battlefield and I discovered that Cillian hasn't just been generous enough to offer her mole but he'd taken the time out to map out the specific GPS pings of her "ghost" shipments, the ones her father probably thinks are sitting safely in a warehouse in Sicily because his dear daughter claimed she could handle it.Her jaw tightens to an almost imperceptible degree, and if I weren't looking so closely, I probably would've missed it. She shuts the laptop and fixes me with a look I know all too well.Rage."You shouldn't have this." "But I
AaronClara Moretti is cold and emotionless as she glides effortlessly into the waiting room, her heels clicking sharply then stopping as she comes to a halt in front of me. I've been sitting here for the last thirty goddamn minutes, staring at a wall that could benefit from more colours. My knees are stiff and the patience I walked in with earlier has fully disintegrated, leaving behind nothing but mild irritation and annoyance.Small as she might be, standing at barely 5'3, it's clear that she's no ordinary mafia princess. No, Clara Moretti is a force to be reckoned with, and apparently one who thrives on seeing me so visibly inconvenienced. Her blonde hair is pulled back in a sleek bun that looks like it's trying its hardest to keep all her psychopathic thoughts trapped in her head and at the same time highlight the angular aristocratic lines of her face. She’s dressed in a sleek, ivory power suit paired with heels that make her look like a marble statue come to life.I didn't e
AaronElle’s breathing finally steadies. Her fingers gradually loosen their grip on my shirt, easing the tension in the knot she’d made without actually releasing me.Her mother being back wasn't the news I expected to hear when I brought her back, but it was clearly something I needed to add to my already stretched-out list of priorities.Neil. Richard and now her mother. They've all hurt her in one way or another. Bruised her both physically and emotionally, and I intend to pay them back tenfold for every way they've hurt her, but first, I carefully lay her on the bed and drape the comforter over her. She looks so peaceful like this. Relaxed. The complete opposite of how shattered she looked mere minutes ago.Her tears caused my heart to ache. She felt worthless and I felt helpless. I wanted to give her the love and adoration she so desperately craved from a woman who doesn't even deserve her light. I wanted to give her every piece of it until she exploded in it.She's worth so mu
ElleI'm barely out of the mall before my vision starts to blur and the tears fall down my cheeks in big fat drops.Zoey and Cleo are gone. I asked them to leave while I was talking to her, which, now that I think about it, was a pretty dumb move.I thought I could handle it. I thought I was stronger now but clearly I overestimated myself. She tore me down without so much as a razor.I stop just outside the parking lot. There aren't many cars here other than the few scattered ones lingering in the open area. There were a few people too but none of them seemed to care that a lady was crying her eyes out in the middle of a mall parking lot I hated this.I hated this so much.I hated feeling like this. I hated that after all these years she still could come into my life and cause a storm. It's been years. I'm supposed to be better. I'm supposed to... not be so broken.Maybe I'm not meant to be better. Maybe she's meant to always be the source of every pain I've ever felt in my...My ph
ElleWhen I was younger I was convinced my mother hung the moon. I imagined she would play with the stars after she finished at work and that was why she always came home late. In my tiny brain, that was the only explanation for her beauty. She was kissed by the stars and blessed by the moon.Even now, after almost five years of not seeing her, she still looks so perfectly ethereal. Beneath her grey streaks and tired bags underneath dark eyes, she manages to look just as haunting as the last time we met."How have you been?"So that's what we're starting with."Good. You?"She offers me a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes as she wraps both her hands around the cup of blue raspberry slushie she ordered. Her knuckles whiten as if they might somehow shatter the thin plastic if she squeezes hard enough. "I... I've missed you." Her voice sounds flayed around the edges like she isn't sure if what she said is a good thing or a bad thing."Did you plan this?" I blurt, already growin







